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prettyboysinpain

Treating my blorbos right <3

whumpster-dumpster

"I've had worse."

"And? That's not a reason not to take care of this."

promptsforyourwhumpfic

Whump Prompt #1754

Your character is forced to go on the next mission despite barely recovering from the last one.

This could be them being shipped off with a dangerously high fever; with fresh surgical stitches or a cast on their arm. Maybe they didn't even get the time to mentally decompress from the last mission before they're off seeing The Horrors again.

watsonbee

CW: female/ lab whumpee, dubcon sedation, restraints, compliant whumpee, implied captivity, multiple whumpers, touch starved whumpee if you squint

Today is my birthday (hence all the birthday themed whump recently) so here’s a lab whumpee!!

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Whumpee didn't fight when instructed to lay still on the cold table. She didn't have it in her to resist anymore anyway. So she obliged as her arms and legs were hooked tight in the restraints. No room to wiggle or breathe. In a twisted way it was almost like a hug.

A serrated chill clung to the cotton swabbing her skin before being replaced by needles attached to plastic bags with labels she couldn't decipher. Monitors beeped her vitals. She shivered, though it was ignored in the sea of white coats, soon to frenzy like sharks at the first sight of blood in the water.

She closed her eyes against the bright lights, trying to picture she was already back in her cell or maybe let the distant scribble of a pen on paper lull her into a dreamless sleep. She could hope at least.

The normal sounds chatted away in the background; doctors talking about her as if she wasn't there, the rolling of a cart and the clinking of tools, vague references to whatever torture they would excuse as procedures, the distinct snap of latex on skin. And overall the ice in every chipped second.

How did they naturally adjust to such an environment, she wondered, how did they move so easily in this isolated little bubble? She envied it from time to time. Until realizing it takes a truly ruthless predator to exist in these circumstances.

Methodical hands secured her head to the table. They usually didn't do that until they were about to– she opened her eyes and was immediately met with the head doctor, looking over her as if she categorizing different cuts of an animal, hands held up in that weird way that kept them from touching anything.

The other doctors scurried on, making sure all the instruments were in order. None of them carrying the bit usually given to her before procedures so she didn't hurt herself with all the pain.

“Wait,” her voice croaked on the way out, scratching her throat and, by the looks of it, she wasn't the only one that’d forgotten she had a voice, “I’ll…I'll bite through my tongue.”

The doctor just stared vacantly before finding a voice for herself “I am aware,” was all she said.

She waited in silence, unsure of what to say next but certain she didn't want to leave this room with only most of her tongue in tact, “You can't start without it.”

The doctor nodded, “We will not need it for this operation. Instead you will be under anesthesia.”

She felt her eyes go wide. She couldn't breathe; if she did she might snap back to a crueler reality. When was the last time she was allowed to not feel pain? And even though a part of her hated how exited she got to be treated with an ounce of decency, she was hanging on to every word the doctor said. An operation without pain. She couldn't believe it, “Really? You're putting me under? Why?”

“I was informed that it is your birthday today. And since I am not one without sympathy, and given your behavior has improved, I saw to it that a little…leniency was in order.”

They could tell themselves whatever they wanted to if they were serious. Another person came into view just enough the secure a transparent mask over her face. She stayed as still as possible, not wanting to give them a reason to take this back. Something started to crackle in her fingertips. Dull, but enough to leave a tingle that shook her whole body. And she was sure this one wasn't from the cold.

With one full breath, sweet air was puffed into her lungs, getting cloudier with every exhale. Soon the jitters were gone, her limbs actually relaxing into the rigid metal beneath her. Her body felt so much lighter than it had in a long, long time. She blinked, the next heavier, and she didn't care that she had lost sight of the doctor or the plastic now prodding her skin.

The bubble was burst. Or she was shrunk to see the world dilate before her eyes. But it was open and promising and there were needles at her throat when she swallowed.

Bright lights faded into the background with everything else. And as the last of her consciousness drifted away she felt a foggy smile pull at her lips.

#compliant whumpee #lab whump #multiple whumpers #sedation whump #drug whump #needles

whumping-valentine

Daily Drabble #153

The circus in the modern day is much nicer than it was in the past. No longer are animals abused to do tricks, and disabled people aren’t paraded around as freakshows. Now mostly a stage for performance artists and acrobatics, people were much more comfortable supporting it. This didn’t make this circus in particular any less miserable for Whumpee.

A performer and their toxic rigmaster, Whumpee was overworked day after day. They were constantly doing shows with little time to rest. One of these days their body was surly going to give out on them while they were up in the air. Was all the money worth having such a controversy occur? For Whumper, yes, very much so! A controversy brings eyes, and maybe, Whumpee fainting is exactly what they were hoping for.

#circus whump

darkwingeddove

Whumpee is being walked out of the dark hole they’ve been held captive in for months, maybe years. They can’t remember. They had no clock to listen to the seconds tick away, or a window to watch the days slither by.

They’ve been in the dark all this time, curled up in a corner. Interrogated, chained, tortured for information, but they never gave it up. They put on the act and never once dropped the mask.

And now it was going to pay off, but they could hardly bring themselves to believe it. Were these people really trustworthy? They couldn’t even see their faces in the dark. They could only be led blindly through the damp tunnels, lit by one of the rescuers blinding flashlights. They’d found Whumpee in their cell, the only room in this abandoned hell-hole that was occupied. Whumpee had no idea what this place was used for in the past, but they never wanted to find out.

Their wrists were still shackled together, which was fine. Whumpee was used to it and couldn’t even remember the last time they could move their arms individually instead of as one unit. Their supposed saviors had claimed they hadn’t brought any tools that were safe enough to cut so close to Whumpee’s wrists. So they’d just snapped the chains off the cuffs with bolts, pulled Whumpee up under their arms, and now here they were, shuffling along down the corridor. Everyone’s feet were booted but Whumpee’s, bare and bloodied, so the one with the flashlight took care illuminating the ground for any dangerous objects not to be stepped on.

“I can’t believe we really found you in here,” the one to Whumpee’s right said. They sounded like they were about to cry. Their arm under Whumpee’s shoulder was trembling. Whumpee could barely lift their head to acknowledge the comment. “We looked everywhere these last couple years. Turned the whole town upside down. Even the sewers.”

Whumpee grimaced at the thought, but it went unnoticed in the darkness. Then they realized what the voice had said. Two Years.

Suddenly the party halted. There was the sound of metal turning, groaning, and then there was—

Light.

They had to squeeze their eyes shut. Whumpee couldn’t believe it. Had the world always been that bright? In their memories it didn’t feel that way. It never felt so blinding.

They moved forward, Whumpee’s head ducked. Their feet stepped from the cold pavement to something softer, warmer. They flinched, unable to open their eyes to see what they were stepping on until a distant memory came blooming to the surface.

Grass. Dirt. Land.

With terrible effort, they peeled open an eye. Green everywhere, as far as they could see. Forget light, they had forgotten what it was like to know color.

“Sweet freedom,” said that same voice on their right.

They lifted their head to gaze out toward the horizon. They were in an endless field atop a massive hill. Behind them was the giant empty building they had been kept in. It seemed so foreign from the outside. Nature had taken it over, vines climbed over every wall. They had no idea what it may have once been. There was no telling.

But in front of them, the sky was on fire. The sun was setting beyond the crest of a hill and it lit the world in orange, pink, gold. Clouds shimmered, iridescent. A breeze caught through the grass, trembling through leaves on the trees, blowing softly against their skin. They could hear birds singing, calling across the field to signify the days end.

And in the light they could see the faces of the people who had saved them. Their friends. Their friends who they’d been protecting all this time. Who they’d never betrayed, no matter how Whumper cut and sliced and beat them.

“Oh, God,” Whumpee croaked, their voice was foreign to them. Weak and painful. “Oh, my God.” If they weren’t being held by the two under their arms they would have collapsed with relief. Tears began to leave thick trails down their cheeks, burning their face.

It was really over. They were free.

The warm voice on their right spoke again. Caretaker. “It’s good to have you back, Whumpee.”

It was good to be back.

#rescue whump

whumping-valentine

May I suggest fae whumper who's taken whumpee, because the whumpee would make a fun little pet/toy. Being forced to smile because the whumper compels the whumpee to smile or dance.

Daily Drabble #152

This had been sitting in my inbox since June 1st, 2025. Anon if you're still here this is for you lol

Whumpee believed in faeries, and despite how dangerous they knew they could be, they spent a large portion of their free time seeking them out, hunting for them. They knew all of the things you should avoid, so if they just followed the fae rules… how dangerous could it really be?

When Whumpee finally finds one, they’re so overcome with joy they forget to hold onto that sense. Caution went out the window as their guard was dropped, and the faerie was able to easily capture them. Now Whumpee was reduced to them and all their fae friends’ human pet; their entertainment.

Whumpee was forced to dance and smile, wearing ridiculous clothes, all white exhaustion took hold of them. Despite the painful ache of their legs, they couldn’t stop. The fae were going to make them move until their heart was damn near ready to give out.

#fae whumper #nonhuman whumper

angrylittleghostinacup

Whumpers who are literally made up of elements:

Fire Whumper - Every touch, even gentle, burns Whumpee, causing blisters and areas where the skin died. Whumpee constantly feeling too hot and covered in sweat, passing out from heatstroke.

Water Whumper - Casually holding Whumpee down with their hand over Whumpee’s face, drowning them. Whumpee always feeling cold and damp, getting some kind of bacterial fungal infection.

Wind Whumper - Throwing Whumpee around like a ragdoll and hitting them against things with just a wave of their hand. Whumpee flinching at the feeling of any breeze, having really bad windburn and dry eye.

Earth Whumper - Their hits are hard, sharp, and heavy, leaving Whumpee out of breath and trembling face down on the ground. Whumpee layered with bruises and incorrectly healed bones, usually covered in some kind of dust or dirt.

By angrylittleghostinacup

#nonhuman whumper

whumpshaped

whumpee who hates herself so much she's willing to go to extreme lengths to show it. like creating a clone of herself. just to beat up. and keep in a small closet. chained

#clone whump

whumping-valentine

Daily Drabble #151

Advancing technology forward was always Whumpee's passion, they dedicated their whole life and career to building the future. They were prepared for the possibility of a robot uprising happening; they were NOT prepared for their lab partner to use their devices against them.

Super-security. Advanced locking systems. Small, high-quality movement-tracking cameras. Just a small amount of their inventions was enough to keep them trapped, here in their underground lab. Turns out their partner was planning this for quite some time.

Not only was Whumpee going to be their captive pet, but Whumper was going to take full credit for the tech and make millions— possibly even billions.

tracingthetapestry

I am trying to make a story but i lack inspiration 😔😔 can u write something with very smart whumpee used as some kinda strategic weapon??

:( sad to hear that! i hope ideas come to you super soon! love that vein of whump XD lemme;

whumpee losing complete control over their schedule and their body, not being allowed to stay up late, not being allowed to sleep in, not being allowed to eat junk, not being allowed any relaxation other than their mandatory sleep— all in order to preserve their intellect and the state of their mind.

whumpee being put in life-or-death situations when they cannot grasp their current project and complete what is demanded of them— that intense stress being put to the side because they know that while their services are valuable, they aren't— there are so many more like them, and they are simply one inexcusable mistake away from being discarded.

whumpee who stakes their entire self-worth on what they can do, on what they can solve, on their intellect alone. every failure is personal— a proof of their idiocy. they lie awake at nights, tossing and turning, constantly berating themself for their mistakes.

whumpee who knows that they have nothing of value to offer beyond their intellect. and even that isn't all that remarkable. they dread the day their mind will fail them.

whumpee who can't remember things as clearly as they used to. they hope that the first time was a fluke, and the second time a coincidence. but third time is a pattern, and the dread of the fact that they are deteriorating sits heavy in their stomach.

eyes-4-eyes

shaky hands tho

defire

Comfort tropes because I suck at comfort and need practice

Post whump

Content: comfort, Post captivity, bruises, lashing out, PTSD

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. "Aren't you going to drink that?" "No. I think I'll just... sit here with it."

Hugs. Whumpee numbly walking into caretaker's outstretched arms and squeezing their eyes shut as the arms gently embrace them.

Waking up with a nightmare and patting the comforter, slapping the bed, walking around touching every wall, every piece of furniture, reminding themselves of where they are. Not there, not anymore.

Dyeing their hair after being forced to leave it down, tangled, uncut, for months in captivity.

Watching bruises fade from red and purple to green and yellow. Green becomes whumpee's favorite color, because they never got to see it when whumpers was in control of them---bruises were always fresh. It's a symbol that the pain is there, but it's going. And it will heal, just like the bruises.

Maybe they lost their whole friend group because their friends couldn't handle what happened to them. And now they're making new friends in caretaker's friend group. People that understand and don't mind.

Whumpee lashing out at caretaker and then sobbing/throwing a fit in the bathroom over it. "I ruined it!" When they come out, shoulders hunched, ready for everything to blow up in their face, caretaker is just on the phone with their own friend, calmed down, alright. "I'm getting you a punching bag, whumpee. Try that next time, okay?"

#aftermath of whump